Free Blinding Rain, Season 2, Episode 7 (Rising Storm) by Elisabeth Naughton

she’d needed advice.
    “I love him,” she whispered. “I love him in a way that is very different from the way I loved you, and I don’t know why. I just know...he came into my life at the moment I needed someone, and I can’t help but think that you sent him. I know that sounds silly but you always knew what I needed. You were always the one person who could tell me the truth and make me listen. And I felt good about dating him because I knew you’d have told me to go for it. But now...”
    Her heart pinched as she thought of Logan. “I miss him. And I don’t know what to do to fix things with him. I never should have lied to him. He’s the one person I should have trusted, but I’m scared he’s never going to give me another chance.”
    A wave of emotions washed over her—pain, regret, heartache, and sadness—and though it didn’t leave, it did ease enough so she could look up at Jacob’s headstone and frown. “You could say something encouraging, you know. I’d be up for anything right now. Even just a sign that says I’m not a total loser and that everything’s going to be okay. It would help a lot if I knew you were on my side and that you believe I’m going to make it without you.” She placed a hand on her belly. “That we’re going to make it. Because, honestly”—she shook her head—“sometimes I’m just not sure anymore.”
    The wind whistled through the trees around her. A bird cried somewhere in the sky. But otherwise there was no sound. No answer. Nothing but her sitting silently in front of the gravestone of the boy she’d loved and lost.
    Her heart sank, and she closed her eyes. And just when she was ready to get up and leave, Little Bit kicked hard, right at her belly button.
    Blinking damp lashes, she glanced down and watched her shirt move as the baby kicked out again.
    Her gaze shot up to Jacob’s gravestone, and something light and hopeful filled her chest. Something that hadn’t been there moments before.
    Her eyes filled with tears again, this time not from sadness, but from joy, and she couldn’t stop the smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “I hear you,” she whispered. “I hear you loud and clear, Jacob.”
    Her legs ached as she pushed to her feet and headed back toward the gates of the cemetery. Dusk was fading to early evening, and the streetlights were just flickering on as she stepped onto the sidewalk and headed home. Some people might say Little Bit kicking at that moment was a coincidence, but she knew it wasn’t. No matter what the paternity test said, she believed this baby was Jacob’s. It was Jacob’s baby, and through it he was telling her that everything was going to work out all right. It might not work out the way she wanted. It might not be the perfect happily ever after she’d always dreamed of. But it would all be okay in the end. She’d survive. She and her baby would thrive.
    She headed back into downtown Storm and was just about to turn toward home when the door of the new Italian restaurant off Main opened at the end of the sidewalk and Brittany and Marcus stepped out in front of Logan and...
    Delia.
    Tall, slim, gorgeous Delia Bruce Phelps. Logan’s ex-girlfriend. Who, with her arm wrapped around Logan’s as they moved onto the sidewalk, was laughing and smiling up at Logan as if he were the center of her universe.
    As if he weren’t an ex any longer.
     
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    Brittany drew to a stop when she spotted Ginny standing still at the end of the block, staring at the four of them with wide eyes.
    Wide, heartbroken eyes.
    Something in her chest tightened, just as it had the other night when Marcus had driven her home and they’d talked about Ginny. At her side, Marcus squeezed her hand, and behind her, Delia’s laughter died down, and she sensed Logan and Delia draw to a stop. Ginny’s gaze shot from Brittany to Logan then back to Brittany, then in a rush she turned back around and disappeared around the corner, heading away